Authors Note: A little something from my wandering mind tonight. I'll warn u this is a bit sad, but I think anda all will like this one very much. Enjoy.
He was angry. He was exhausted. His hati, tengah-tengah pounded against his chest with pulsating curses on her. On Olivia. James lept up from the hardwood floors and began to wipe his eyes.The vestige of tears still stung on his cheeks. What had he done wrong? What had he missed? How could he fix it? Those soalan would soon be erased from his mind and replaced with the real question: Why didn't she ever say she loved him?
James had been waiting for eight long years. High school and college were behind them both, yet Olivia had still not returned his feelings. He had written sonnets, recited sonnets, bought gifts, made birthday, Christmas, and Valentines cards, and telah diberi her everything her hati, tengah-tengah desired, yet she still dismissed him as a crazed obsessive. In fact, the two had known each other up through elementary school, and he had always loved her with a deep passion. Her deep brown eyes and ceri, cherry lips, her dark hair that shone brightly on a brisk April morning, her voice like a fallen angel, and her smile. Oh, that smile. The one James had seen many a time through teary eyes as she passed with a countless string on boyfriends. Of course, Olivia knew. She knew he loved her, and she knew he would do anything for her. He had bought her the very dresses she wore on her dates, and he had catered to her every whim.
Not too long ago, it had occurred to James that it was time. Olivia had once again gone through a devastating breakup, and now he would fulfill his lifelong dream. He would propose. The ring was a homemade wonder. No stones, no emas atau silver. Just an old ring-pop accessory. It was their third grade "friendship ring". In mint condition. "You've got it, James.", he recited to himself as he eyed the ring in the mirror. "Today, she'll finally Cinta you, just like we planned." He began to tremble and gave that hushed but hysterical chuckle he gave whenever his great dream seemed closer to reality. And then, the tears came.
James had remembered how he had burrowed restlessly through the cold, dark mud searching for the plastic treasure many years ago. Olivia had rejected him many times before, third grade, fifth grade, all through high school, and most memorably in college. He had spent a tahun atau two compiling a senarai of the things he loved about her, and read them during their Psychology lecture, only to receive a prompt rejection and a humiliation he would never forget. But tonight would be different, it would.
"Will anda marry me?" James began to cry once again as he looked up into her worried, puzzled brown eyes. She began to speak, and then stopped, as if rethinking her response. Just as she began to speak, a knock came promptly at the apartment door. "Who's that.", James berkata meekly," "Oh, just a friend.", Olivia berkata nervously. She walked to the door and opened it just enough to let her head peak through. James heard scolding whispers in a voice that was unmistakably hers. After about thirty seconds, the visitor was gone. "James." "Yes, dearest." "Don't call me that!", she harshly responded, "Go to bed." But I-" "Go to bed. Now." He sadly wrapped up his ring and began to walk grudgingly towards the bedroom. He knew what was coming.
James could not sleep. The noise was too much. The cold, hard floor was uncomfortable and he began to toss and turn in the unquiet darkness. It was always like this when her "friends" came over. James heard the springs of the katil tense and relax with every movement, and he heard Olivia's cries of pleasure. He wished it was he who was with her up on the bed, and not that stranger. But he was told to be quiet, so James covered his mouth as he cried himself to sleep under a pile of old sheets.
"Good morning, dearest." "Good morning, Jimmy. Have yo-" "Yes, here anda go." James pushed a hot plate of lempeng, penkek towards Olivia. "Do anda Cinta me?" She asked. "Yes, very much, dearest." "That's good." She gingerly sipped at her Lipton tea. "Do anda Cinta me?", the troubled man asked quietly. He gently placed his hand over hers. There was no response. Olivia swiftly got up from the meja, jadual and walked out of the apartment. James looked out through the window to see that she got to her car safely. She hadn't touched her food.
"She must Cinta me...she must." James repeated over and over as he walked up the stairs and into the bedroom. He looked back at her picture. It was from college. There she was, smiling that smile. And there she was, looking right past him. He hopped onto the katil and began to rock back and forth uncontrollably. James started to scratch his forearms with repetitive motions, all the while trying not to cry. Olivia had told him never to cry. "There's nothing I hate lebih than a crybaby.", she had said. Suddenly, James heard the shrill ringing of the telephone.
"H-hello?" "Oh hi James, this is Dr. Adams. How are anda doing? Is everything all right? Did anda do as I advised." "Uh, well, not exactly, I just...I can't leave her, Doc." "Well anda need to, James. Do anda remember what we talked about? This girl is killing anda inside. anda do not need to be around her." "But I Cinta Olivia." He paused. "And she loves me." "No, James, I want anda to come to my office this aftern-" "SHUT UP!" He threw the phone to the ground and it shattered into pieces, leaving a warbly Dr. Adams on the other end of the line. "Pssssh James? Are anda alright? Pssssh." With that, he hurriedly dug through the meja drawer on the other side of the room for the plastic ring, as he had dug through the mud back in third grade. It wasn't there. Had anything really changed since then?
"I Cinta YOU!" he screamed, the tears streaming down his face as he kneeled before the oval portrait of his dearest Olivia at the end of the hall. "WILL anda MARRY ME?" There was no response. As James began to sob harder, he heard the knob on the front door slowly turn. Upon seeing the front of the black Stilleto heel that had entered the doorway, James dashed towards his Cinta and wrapped his arms around her legs, causing her to stagger into the house. "I'm so glad you're home, Livi. Lets go out on the town later on. What do anda say?" "Is this the guy." An unfamiliar voice had uttered these words. It was a rough voice, and a voice that made James tremble at every word. "Yes, this is him.", berkata Olivia. "Jimmy, anda mustn't do this anymore." "Oh, yes dearest...who is with you?" "Uhhh, this is uhh, my business partner, Mr. Stevenson." "Hi,", berkata the gruff voice. James unwrapped his arms from around Olivia's ankles and stood up. He stuck his arm out as if for a handshake, but the man just stared at him. "James, I need anda to pick up some things from the market, here's the list." "Oh, sure thing. Anything for anda buttercup." Olivia rolled her eyes. Those beautiful eyes. With that, James Adler left the apartment en route to the local Ralph's, leaving his beloved behind with her "business partner".
Upon returning to his 5th floor apartment, James noticed that something was different. The visitor had left, and Olivia sat in the dapur with an amused smile on her face. "You're a sad little man, Jimmy.", she said. "...Anything for you, dearest." James didn't know how else to respond. "Look, Jimmy, do anda Cinta me?" "Why, of course, Livi." "Well I Cinta anda too." At those words, James dropped the groceries and lept towards her, as if wanting to give her the world. "Do you?" "Sure." "Does this mean we can get married, and have a family?" "I don't know." "Well, what does it mean, sweetpea?" "It means, I Cinta you. Your'e quite the entertainer. My Friends think you're hilarious. And I Cinta the way anda beg like a sad little anjing, anak anjing dog every time I come utama with them." James began to cry a little. "JIMMY! What are anda doing? Do anda remember what I told anda about crying?" He sadly wiped his eyes. "Yes, dea-" "It's Mrs. Jacobs to you!" "I'm sorry, Mrs. Jacobs." "Now go upstairs and fix the katil sheets. And don't misplace the pillows."
James folded the last corner of the comforter over and a familiar feeling of doubt crept into his heart. "She doesn't Cinta me. I need to try harder.", he thought. Later that evening, James would return utama with two dozen Ros from the local florist.
"Hello, dearest." "Hi.", Olivia said, exasperated. "I got anda these, sweetpea." "Oh, did you?" James had heard this before from Olivia. It meant the conversation was over. "I think i otta go get a vase...that's all, a vase." "No, anda won't be getting a vase today." I'm going to the movie house later. I need anda to clean the bathrooms later tonight." "You're going out again? It's out annivers-" "We're not married!" Olivia pused a firm finger to his lips. This was his cue to stop talking.
Once again, he stood at the lonely bedroom window and watched her Mercedes roll out of the lonely driveway and down the lonely jalan to the lonely jalan corner where she would turn away from his lonely apartment for the rest of the night. BANG! James smashed his head into the wall. "Relax.", he told himself. "She'll be back in the morning." Still, James was devestated that his dearest Olivia didn't want to be with him on their special day. Of course, they weren't married, but James had always kept July 12th specially reserved for her, just like every day. The phone began to ring. It seemed whenever she left him alone in that apartment, the phone would ring. Olivia had scolded him for having been so dumb as to break the bedroom phone. He ran to the dapur and answered it nervously. "Hello?" "Jimmy?" "Yes, dearest." It was her. "Can anda put that gelatin in the fridge, I forgot to ask anda earlier." "Yes, dearest." He hard a click and the call was over.
James walked to the counter-top and lifted the gelatin. Underneath, a suspicious piece of paper. He read it aloud, his voice trembling with sadness:
"Jimmy,
I've greatly enjoyed our time together, but I am leaving you. I will not be coming back. It's become clear to me that anda aren't going to become a man any time soon, so I'm going to find my true love. I know anda are probably hurt sejak this, but, I need not explain my reasoning. anda know anda always were a bit...less than what I had expected. I did take your "friendship ring" atau whatever anda called it. I believe I misplaced it somewhere when I was out with Scott. I do think you'll find a way to...bounce back. That's what anda always do is bounce back. A word of advice, do not call any woman "dearest" atau "sweetpea" ever again. If anda do, she will have my full permission to slap you. And please do get some newer clothes, baju and tie every hari is quite...boring. I'm sure you'll find what your hati, tengah-tengah desires. Goodbye, Jimmy.
Signed,
Your Friend (And nothing more.), Olivia Jacobs.
P.S: Buy a new place, that apartment wreaks of weakness.
James fell to his knees and wept. The ink on the paper was beginning to smudge as his salty tears caressed her words. He desperately tried to wipe the wetness from the letter, but to no avail. "James Norden Adler,", he cried, "what have anda done?" He ran into the bathroom, grabbing the oval portrait of his vanished Cinta off the dinding and slamming and locking the door behind him. He heard the phone ring, and became silent. When he heard it wasn't Olivia's voice on the phone, but Scott's, he began to cry harder. "James looked into the mirror as he gently rubbed the portrait of Olivia with his thumb. "YOU LOSER! anda LET HER SLIP AWAY. anda WEAK BASTARD!" James lifted an angry fist and slammed it into the glass, cutting his hand. The reflection still prevailed. "STOP CRYING!", he yelled, "LIVI TOLD anda NOT TO DO THAT!" James opened the bathroom window and the warm, dark summer air rushed in at him. He imagined her coming out of the darkness and into his arms. "OLIVIA?", he called, probably waking neighbors. "OLIVIA JACOBS! PLEASE COME HOME! I'LL WITHER AND DIE WITHOUT YOU!" There was no answer, just a gentle breeze. He'd had enough. James staggered up from his position hanging over the sink, and used the little energy he had left to propel himself through the window. Eyes closed, he felt the darkness envelop him and pretended that it was Olivia's arms bringing him closer to her loving embrace.
The seterusnya morning, law enforcement would find no trace of James Adler's body. Instead, they only found the oval portrait of Olivia Jacobs, gently smiling out from the counter-top of the sink, towards the window from which her adorer had jumped the night before.
THE END.
He was angry. He was exhausted. His hati, tengah-tengah pounded against his chest with pulsating curses on her. On Olivia. James lept up from the hardwood floors and began to wipe his eyes.The vestige of tears still stung on his cheeks. What had he done wrong? What had he missed? How could he fix it? Those soalan would soon be erased from his mind and replaced with the real question: Why didn't she ever say she loved him?
James had been waiting for eight long years. High school and college were behind them both, yet Olivia had still not returned his feelings. He had written sonnets, recited sonnets, bought gifts, made birthday, Christmas, and Valentines cards, and telah diberi her everything her hati, tengah-tengah desired, yet she still dismissed him as a crazed obsessive. In fact, the two had known each other up through elementary school, and he had always loved her with a deep passion. Her deep brown eyes and ceri, cherry lips, her dark hair that shone brightly on a brisk April morning, her voice like a fallen angel, and her smile. Oh, that smile. The one James had seen many a time through teary eyes as she passed with a countless string on boyfriends. Of course, Olivia knew. She knew he loved her, and she knew he would do anything for her. He had bought her the very dresses she wore on her dates, and he had catered to her every whim.
Not too long ago, it had occurred to James that it was time. Olivia had once again gone through a devastating breakup, and now he would fulfill his lifelong dream. He would propose. The ring was a homemade wonder. No stones, no emas atau silver. Just an old ring-pop accessory. It was their third grade "friendship ring". In mint condition. "You've got it, James.", he recited to himself as he eyed the ring in the mirror. "Today, she'll finally Cinta you, just like we planned." He began to tremble and gave that hushed but hysterical chuckle he gave whenever his great dream seemed closer to reality. And then, the tears came.
James had remembered how he had burrowed restlessly through the cold, dark mud searching for the plastic treasure many years ago. Olivia had rejected him many times before, third grade, fifth grade, all through high school, and most memorably in college. He had spent a tahun atau two compiling a senarai of the things he loved about her, and read them during their Psychology lecture, only to receive a prompt rejection and a humiliation he would never forget. But tonight would be different, it would.
"Will anda marry me?" James began to cry once again as he looked up into her worried, puzzled brown eyes. She began to speak, and then stopped, as if rethinking her response. Just as she began to speak, a knock came promptly at the apartment door. "Who's that.", James berkata meekly," "Oh, just a friend.", Olivia berkata nervously. She walked to the door and opened it just enough to let her head peak through. James heard scolding whispers in a voice that was unmistakably hers. After about thirty seconds, the visitor was gone. "James." "Yes, dearest." "Don't call me that!", she harshly responded, "Go to bed." But I-" "Go to bed. Now." He sadly wrapped up his ring and began to walk grudgingly towards the bedroom. He knew what was coming.
James could not sleep. The noise was too much. The cold, hard floor was uncomfortable and he began to toss and turn in the unquiet darkness. It was always like this when her "friends" came over. James heard the springs of the katil tense and relax with every movement, and he heard Olivia's cries of pleasure. He wished it was he who was with her up on the bed, and not that stranger. But he was told to be quiet, so James covered his mouth as he cried himself to sleep under a pile of old sheets.
"Good morning, dearest." "Good morning, Jimmy. Have yo-" "Yes, here anda go." James pushed a hot plate of lempeng, penkek towards Olivia. "Do anda Cinta me?" She asked. "Yes, very much, dearest." "That's good." She gingerly sipped at her Lipton tea. "Do anda Cinta me?", the troubled man asked quietly. He gently placed his hand over hers. There was no response. Olivia swiftly got up from the meja, jadual and walked out of the apartment. James looked out through the window to see that she got to her car safely. She hadn't touched her food.
"She must Cinta me...she must." James repeated over and over as he walked up the stairs and into the bedroom. He looked back at her picture. It was from college. There she was, smiling that smile. And there she was, looking right past him. He hopped onto the katil and began to rock back and forth uncontrollably. James started to scratch his forearms with repetitive motions, all the while trying not to cry. Olivia had told him never to cry. "There's nothing I hate lebih than a crybaby.", she had said. Suddenly, James heard the shrill ringing of the telephone.
"H-hello?" "Oh hi James, this is Dr. Adams. How are anda doing? Is everything all right? Did anda do as I advised." "Uh, well, not exactly, I just...I can't leave her, Doc." "Well anda need to, James. Do anda remember what we talked about? This girl is killing anda inside. anda do not need to be around her." "But I Cinta Olivia." He paused. "And she loves me." "No, James, I want anda to come to my office this aftern-" "SHUT UP!" He threw the phone to the ground and it shattered into pieces, leaving a warbly Dr. Adams on the other end of the line. "Pssssh James? Are anda alright? Pssssh." With that, he hurriedly dug through the meja drawer on the other side of the room for the plastic ring, as he had dug through the mud back in third grade. It wasn't there. Had anything really changed since then?
"I Cinta YOU!" he screamed, the tears streaming down his face as he kneeled before the oval portrait of his dearest Olivia at the end of the hall. "WILL anda MARRY ME?" There was no response. As James began to sob harder, he heard the knob on the front door slowly turn. Upon seeing the front of the black Stilleto heel that had entered the doorway, James dashed towards his Cinta and wrapped his arms around her legs, causing her to stagger into the house. "I'm so glad you're home, Livi. Lets go out on the town later on. What do anda say?" "Is this the guy." An unfamiliar voice had uttered these words. It was a rough voice, and a voice that made James tremble at every word. "Yes, this is him.", berkata Olivia. "Jimmy, anda mustn't do this anymore." "Oh, yes dearest...who is with you?" "Uhhh, this is uhh, my business partner, Mr. Stevenson." "Hi,", berkata the gruff voice. James unwrapped his arms from around Olivia's ankles and stood up. He stuck his arm out as if for a handshake, but the man just stared at him. "James, I need anda to pick up some things from the market, here's the list." "Oh, sure thing. Anything for anda buttercup." Olivia rolled her eyes. Those beautiful eyes. With that, James Adler left the apartment en route to the local Ralph's, leaving his beloved behind with her "business partner".
Upon returning to his 5th floor apartment, James noticed that something was different. The visitor had left, and Olivia sat in the dapur with an amused smile on her face. "You're a sad little man, Jimmy.", she said. "...Anything for you, dearest." James didn't know how else to respond. "Look, Jimmy, do anda Cinta me?" "Why, of course, Livi." "Well I Cinta anda too." At those words, James dropped the groceries and lept towards her, as if wanting to give her the world. "Do you?" "Sure." "Does this mean we can get married, and have a family?" "I don't know." "Well, what does it mean, sweetpea?" "It means, I Cinta you. Your'e quite the entertainer. My Friends think you're hilarious. And I Cinta the way anda beg like a sad little anjing, anak anjing dog every time I come utama with them." James began to cry a little. "JIMMY! What are anda doing? Do anda remember what I told anda about crying?" He sadly wiped his eyes. "Yes, dea-" "It's Mrs. Jacobs to you!" "I'm sorry, Mrs. Jacobs." "Now go upstairs and fix the katil sheets. And don't misplace the pillows."
James folded the last corner of the comforter over and a familiar feeling of doubt crept into his heart. "She doesn't Cinta me. I need to try harder.", he thought. Later that evening, James would return utama with two dozen Ros from the local florist.
"Hello, dearest." "Hi.", Olivia said, exasperated. "I got anda these, sweetpea." "Oh, did you?" James had heard this before from Olivia. It meant the conversation was over. "I think i otta go get a vase...that's all, a vase." "No, anda won't be getting a vase today." I'm going to the movie house later. I need anda to clean the bathrooms later tonight." "You're going out again? It's out annivers-" "We're not married!" Olivia pused a firm finger to his lips. This was his cue to stop talking.
Once again, he stood at the lonely bedroom window and watched her Mercedes roll out of the lonely driveway and down the lonely jalan to the lonely jalan corner where she would turn away from his lonely apartment for the rest of the night. BANG! James smashed his head into the wall. "Relax.", he told himself. "She'll be back in the morning." Still, James was devestated that his dearest Olivia didn't want to be with him on their special day. Of course, they weren't married, but James had always kept July 12th specially reserved for her, just like every day. The phone began to ring. It seemed whenever she left him alone in that apartment, the phone would ring. Olivia had scolded him for having been so dumb as to break the bedroom phone. He ran to the dapur and answered it nervously. "Hello?" "Jimmy?" "Yes, dearest." It was her. "Can anda put that gelatin in the fridge, I forgot to ask anda earlier." "Yes, dearest." He hard a click and the call was over.
James walked to the counter-top and lifted the gelatin. Underneath, a suspicious piece of paper. He read it aloud, his voice trembling with sadness:
"Jimmy,
I've greatly enjoyed our time together, but I am leaving you. I will not be coming back. It's become clear to me that anda aren't going to become a man any time soon, so I'm going to find my true love. I know anda are probably hurt sejak this, but, I need not explain my reasoning. anda know anda always were a bit...less than what I had expected. I did take your "friendship ring" atau whatever anda called it. I believe I misplaced it somewhere when I was out with Scott. I do think you'll find a way to...bounce back. That's what anda always do is bounce back. A word of advice, do not call any woman "dearest" atau "sweetpea" ever again. If anda do, she will have my full permission to slap you. And please do get some newer clothes, baju and tie every hari is quite...boring. I'm sure you'll find what your hati, tengah-tengah desires. Goodbye, Jimmy.
Signed,
Your Friend (And nothing more.), Olivia Jacobs.
P.S: Buy a new place, that apartment wreaks of weakness.
James fell to his knees and wept. The ink on the paper was beginning to smudge as his salty tears caressed her words. He desperately tried to wipe the wetness from the letter, but to no avail. "James Norden Adler,", he cried, "what have anda done?" He ran into the bathroom, grabbing the oval portrait of his vanished Cinta off the dinding and slamming and locking the door behind him. He heard the phone ring, and became silent. When he heard it wasn't Olivia's voice on the phone, but Scott's, he began to cry harder. "James looked into the mirror as he gently rubbed the portrait of Olivia with his thumb. "YOU LOSER! anda LET HER SLIP AWAY. anda WEAK BASTARD!" James lifted an angry fist and slammed it into the glass, cutting his hand. The reflection still prevailed. "STOP CRYING!", he yelled, "LIVI TOLD anda NOT TO DO THAT!" James opened the bathroom window and the warm, dark summer air rushed in at him. He imagined her coming out of the darkness and into his arms. "OLIVIA?", he called, probably waking neighbors. "OLIVIA JACOBS! PLEASE COME HOME! I'LL WITHER AND DIE WITHOUT YOU!" There was no answer, just a gentle breeze. He'd had enough. James staggered up from his position hanging over the sink, and used the little energy he had left to propel himself through the window. Eyes closed, he felt the darkness envelop him and pretended that it was Olivia's arms bringing him closer to her loving embrace.
The seterusnya morning, law enforcement would find no trace of James Adler's body. Instead, they only found the oval portrait of Olivia Jacobs, gently smiling out from the counter-top of the sink, towards the window from which her adorer had jumped the night before.
THE END.
Why do we complain about the unfairness of life?
We have been stroked sejak its handle, not felt its sharp knife.
Our hearts moan because we do not have the latest iPhone.
But have we stopped to see the cries of those without a home?
They come to our doors desperate for help.
But all we do is dismiss them with a rude yelp.
"Be not harsh to the orphan and the needy" says our Lord.
But some of us do not heed this and whip them with a steel rod.
Though the whole world we cannot feed.
We should not refrain from doing a good deed.
And prevent from drowning in a pool of greed
We have been stroked sejak its handle, not felt its sharp knife.
Our hearts moan because we do not have the latest iPhone.
But have we stopped to see the cries of those without a home?
They come to our doors desperate for help.
But all we do is dismiss them with a rude yelp.
"Be not harsh to the orphan and the needy" says our Lord.
But some of us do not heed this and whip them with a steel rod.
Though the whole world we cannot feed.
We should not refrain from doing a good deed.
And prevent from drowning in a pool of greed
Are the nights getting too long?
Are the lights getting turned off?
Are the curtains being shut?
And are anda the one shit out of luck?
Is it anda being pushed around?
Is it anda begging to be found?
Is it his cologne that waters your eyes?
atau is it the fact that anda remember all of the lies?
Was it anda tied down onto his bed?
Was it anda screaming at the site of his head?
Was it anda who was crying all of those nights?
And the was it the fact that no one noticed, that helped anda remain alright?
Do anda regret ever meeting him,
atau was it a lesson well-learned?
Do anda regret ever helping him?
For your skin is now burned.
Do anda regret ever Ciuman him?
'Cause it your body penetrated,
and used for abuse.
Yet you've pretended not to care;
anda just tie up a noose.
Are the lights getting turned off?
Are the curtains being shut?
And are anda the one shit out of luck?
Is it anda being pushed around?
Is it anda begging to be found?
Is it his cologne that waters your eyes?
atau is it the fact that anda remember all of the lies?
Was it anda tied down onto his bed?
Was it anda screaming at the site of his head?
Was it anda who was crying all of those nights?
And the was it the fact that no one noticed, that helped anda remain alright?
Do anda regret ever meeting him,
atau was it a lesson well-learned?
Do anda regret ever helping him?
For your skin is now burned.
Do anda regret ever Ciuman him?
'Cause it your body penetrated,
and used for abuse.
Yet you've pretended not to care;
anda just tie up a noose.
Ros are red
violets are blue
when i flush the toilet
i remember you. . .
anda who speak of beautiful words
when at my back anda have this sharp swords
delighted sejak how anda praise me
set me on api, kebakaran is what you'd like to see
what's even funnier is that i've done nothing to you
i'm just being me and there's nothing anda can do :P
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a short poem for the haters ;)
loveyall,, ya make me famous!!!! :*
violets are blue
when i flush the toilet
i remember you. . .
anda who speak of beautiful words
when at my back anda have this sharp swords
delighted sejak how anda praise me
set me on api, kebakaran is what you'd like to see
what's even funnier is that i've done nothing to you
i'm just being me and there's nothing anda can do :P
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vkdfvhnjdfnvjkdfnvjkndfklv
vfdjvbjkdfvkljnbvok
sdvjksdnjkvbnjkvbsorv
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vjvboidboi
vjbvbovioir
nbfiovboibiosr
biopriobrnieo
nbovinbpoidneeeeeeeebnivbd
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jfrborbfipob
fdnbnbp
biorbnipodnb
a short poem for the haters ;)
loveyall,, ya make me famous!!!! :*